...are all the time bobbing up and down, and trembling, and threatening to bob up and down, like— " The one red leaf, the last of its clan That dances...Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost bough that looks up at the sky." Any person who sits near Mrs. Flutter Budget, or undertakes to look...

...these are all the time bobbing up and down, and trembling, and threatening to bob up and down, like — "The one red leaf, the last of its clan That dances...dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, Oa the topmost bough that looks up at the sky." Any person who sits near Mrs. Flutter Budget, or undertakes...

...no more its uherish'd earth ! Jfr The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move...enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its elan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig...

...huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move...the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the...

...huge, broad-breasted, old oak-tree. The night is chill ; the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move...the sky. Hush ! beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu, Maria, shield her well ! She folded her arms beneath her cloak, And stole to the other side of the...

...is, she cannot tell.— On the other side it seems to be, Of the huge, broad-breasted, old oak tree. To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's...On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky. Hush, heating heart of Christabel! Jesu, Maria, shield her well! She folded her arms heneath her cloak, And...

...of my childish romance, I could not help thinking of this passage in " Christabel :"— " There was not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last...high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky." Suddenly, while I was repeating the last two lines dreamily over and over, the St. Bernard uttered...

...in silence prayeth she. * * * * The night is chill, the forest is bare. Is it the wind that moaneth bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move...and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks np at the sky." Then Christabel descries a strange lady standing in the wood, — " A damsel bright,...

...IB it the wind that moaneih bleak? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet carl From the lovely lady's cheek. There is not wind enough...red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often аз dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks np at the...

...Chrtstabel,' ' The Ancient Mariner,' &o.] The night is chill, the forest bare ; Is it the wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move...the sky. Hush, beating heart of Christabel ! Jesu Maria, shield her well ! She foldeth her arms beneath her cloak, And steals to the other side of the...